Chen Yuan, a doctor of Ming history, suddenly died on his desk and opened his eyes and became the sixteen-year-old Zhu Youjian, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
He knew that Wei Zhongxian deserved to die, he knew that Yuan Chonghuan should not be killed, he knew that Li Zicheng would emerge from the Qinling Mountains, and he knew who the old locust tree in Meishan would be waiting for seventeen years later.
Therefore, he eradicated the party, stabilized Liaodong, suppressed the rogue bandits, and trained the new army. He thought that knowing the outcome would change his fate.
But history is like a blurred ink painting - if you rub a stroke, the new ink will be blurred. Under the butterfly effect, the prediction gradually fails, more and more rogue bandits are suppressed, Liaodong is getting worse and worse, and the factions in the court are fighting endlessly.
From confidence to anxiety, from savior to lonely emperor. He no longer relies on "prophet" to break the situation, but learns to carry this broken mountain and river.
In this life, will an emperor be hanged on the old locust tree in Meishan?
